The news spread like wildfire; no one knew who began it, but many, particularly teachers, were wondering about Mina Ashido's power level.

They were suspicious, which was a given. A rando who had flunked their writing test and barely managed to get into the hero course with their score on the robots magically powers up in just a few weeks?

Highly unlikely. So, they did the only thing one can do.

Interrogation.

Normally, this wouldn't be such a big deal if it were anyone else but, they had a sneaking suspicion something was going behind the eyes of Mina Ashido, and they intended to find out.

I walked down the halls slowly panicking. What the hell did I do? It's just been a few days since I've been in this reality, so there shouldn't be anything that has already influenced the story.

Before knocking on the massive door of the principal's office, I took a big breath. "It's Mina Ashido, you called for me?"

"Come in, Ashido." A voice on the other side of the door softly spoke as I took one last deep breath before opening the door to see Nezu, All Might, and Aizawa. I moved silently to a seat between All Might and Aizawa.

The small bear- mouse- tanuki- dog? Who knows, spoke up in a high voice. "Ashido, do you know why you are here today?"

"No, sir. It's only been a day since I've been at this school so, I don't know what I could have done..." It was true-ish, I had no clue why I was here, but I had a 100% hunch it had something to do with the quirk exam.

Nezu sighed after a brief frown. "We are a bit suspicious about your sudden skill level rising."

On the surface, I tilted my head, puzzled. But on the inside, I was screaming my head off, trying to find a solution. I bowed my head, trying to appear honest. "I'm sorry if I seem suspicious. I have been training with someone a bit since the exams since I scored so low."

Aizawa and All Might seemed to have bought my ruse, but Nezu is a fussy brat – with a damn annoying voice, seriously, who likes this guy? – who proved more difficult to convince. "Who were you training with? Civilians aren't allowed to use their quirks so, it must have been a hero."

Shit-

"He's a small hero from Argentina, not very known since y'know, no one cares about lesser heroes..." I explained with a small smile on my face. I wonder how my cousins are doing in Argentina."

"What's this hero's name? I would love to know more about them if you don't mind." I DO MIND YOU FUCKING CUNT-

"His name is Eros, like the Greek God! He is in Japan for a few months since he is visiting family. He saw me training and offered me some advice..." I trailed off when All Might's gaze narrowed slightly.

Please, for God's sake, don't say anything about me not training since the exams, All Might. Don't be a snitch, please.

Nezu remained silent while I fidgeted – in anger may I remind you – with the hem of my skirt, pleading to God for help. I will repent and apologize for shoving the boy off a playground set; I was 14 at the time, but he deserved it. But I'm sorry, and I apologize, so please don't let me get caught.

All Might suddenly stood up out of nowhere. "If she is telling the truth, then we are done here! Thank you for your cooperation, young Ashido. You may be off to class now!" He exclaimed, leaving the room in a rush as I raised an eyebrow.

What was all that about? Oh well, looks like I'm saved – for now – from suspicion. Thank you, God. I stood up before bowing to Nezu before a thought occurred. "Um- do I at least get some time to eat? You took up all of my lunchtime, and I forgot to eat breakfast today so..."

"Yeah, whatever, just eat during class without disrupting others," Aizawa stated, standing up as well.

I grinned, throwing up my hands into a peace sign on either side of my face. "WOHOOOO FUCK YEAH! LET'S GO!"

"It's pronounced 'yes sir', get it right next time."

"WOOOOOOOOO!"

A few days have gone by, and thankfully, nothing has been mentioned about me being suspicious. Though Aizawa would throw me occasional glances – he isn't subtle whatsoever – to check if I was acting strangely. Other than that, I'm fine.

"Right now, we will be choosing our class representatives." Aizawa announced as I rolled my eyes. You won't see me taking part in this, thank you very much.

"Mina, are you going to vote?" A voice shouted out as I nodded, writing Iida on a piece of paper and placing it in the box.

"Yeah yeah, I was just thinking of how cool I am." Other people laughed as I mockingly taunted them. I still can't believe I'm sitting in the second row; it feels so strange because I generally sit at the front or back, no in-between.

At the very least, I'm sitting next to Kaminari, who isn't nearly as terrible – but still fucking annoying – as I thought he would be. I stared at the board as Aizawa recorded the results and- OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, I DIDN'T EVEN VOLUNTEER TO BE A REPRESENTATIVE!

"There we have it then. Our class representative will be Midoriya, and our class deputy will be Ashido." Aizawa said, glancing at me for a reaction as I sat there in stunned silence.

"Oi, homeless teacher!" He stared at me, challenging me to continue calling him that, and I simply grinned back, "I would like to switch with Yaoyorozu, I didn't even want to be deputy, so whoever voted for me, what the heck."

Yaoyorozu smiled at me, nodding her head in appreciation, and I just winked back at her. I groaned, sitting back in my chair. The chronology and everything else is becoming odd, and the only significant thing I've done is talk to All Might and lie to Nezu.

Class Representatives were intended to happen after the 2 against 2 combat, which may have something to do with pink bitch swapping bodies with me, but who cares?

This is my – god how stupid I was – world now, haha.

I roamed the corridors of the school, trying to find my way back to class after getting lost; they should put maps everywhere, so people like me don't get lost. I took a breather and looked around; I'm not sure why, but I get a feeling something major is going to happen...

Something very – listen to your guts – bad, I'd say.

I flinched a little as the alarms began to blare through the empty corridors around me, as I could hear kids yelling from miles away. I nervously started speed walking, trying to find at least one person, and I guess fate – more like purposely – helped me, but it wasn't someone I wanted to run into.

I froze, looking up from the ground as the blue-haired man in front of me narrowed his eyes at me, giving me a fake smile as he tucked in files under his armpits. "Hello there..."

No no, trust me, I would fight him if I were strong enough – strong will never be enough though – but I am not. So I'll play along with not knowing him and being a kind soul. "Hello there sir, I hope you are having a good day. I can't help but notice your lips are really dry."

I dug into my pockets with a smile still on my face, I extended my arm to him, holding a small item. He paused before taking it looking at it curiously. "This is...?"

"Lip balm. It helps your lips be smooth and moisturized. Having dry lips sucks, trust me. I used to rip off the skin from my lips." I beamed, touching my lips, remembering middle school me eating off the skin from my lips, shivering. I focused back on the man in front of me.

He hummed, giving me a dry laugh. "You're giving this to me?"

I nodded, folding my hands in front of me. "Yes'm, why not? It's a hero's duty to help others, even with small things like this. Shouldn't all mankind do a kind act every day?"

He looked back down at his hand before looking back up to me in confusion before frowning. "Thank you, my hero..."

"No problem... The crowd outside seems very lively, don't you think?" I added, turning my head to the window as he hummed. And before I knew it, I was pinned to the ground, both of his pinkies in the air so he wouldn't decay me.

He gave me a wide grin. "You truly are my hero... be a good one and not tell anyone about this little meeting or else," he put one of his pinkies down on my wrist as I bit back a yell because, god, this fucking hurts, "you may see your end."

I hissed, watching him stand up, picking up a paper with the title, 'Progression Chart.' Did he take this in the original, I can't remember clearly. I sat up holding my wrist, which was now beginning to bleed, great.

"Be careful out there, okay?" He said as I raised an eyebrow as he smirked, "Who knows what may happen to the school in the future." He began to walk away, satisfied – he never was satisfied though – with the ending of the meeting.

I flinched, as my wrist began to sting more. "It's Yuuei, Tomura Shigaraki. I should be telling you to be careful... But whatever, I won't tell anyone about our lovely meeting."

He paused, looking at me over his shoulder. He gave me a look of genuine surprise but that surprise turned into hysteria as he began laughing like a madman. He raised a hand as a goodbye before walking away, leaving me alone.

I made myself a non-negotiable alliance with the person I swore I hated.

And I loved every moment of it.

I choked out a laugh falling onto my back, what the hell. If this is some shitty dream, get me the hell out of here. This isn't even funny anymore I've been trapped here for weeks, and my torture is still continuing. My karma has already been paid – you didn't pay nearly enough – yet it still seems like I'm in debt.

I sat up, running my bloody hand through my hair which got stuck through the knots. "I should go tell Aizawa-sensei..." I muttered to myself, looking outside to see slowly but surely reporters leaving the building.

I ignored the blinding pain I was in, deciding to stand up. I walked over to a door pushing it open with my shoulder before running outside towards my teachers, which only consisted of Aizawa, Recovery Girl, and that damn tanuki Nezu.

"How were the ordinary members of the press able to do something like this? Someone instigated this. Did someone evil slip in, or was it intended to be a declaration of war...?"

I coughed into my hand as they sharply turned around to face me, not hearing me come up behind them. I gave them a big bright smile, despite the pain. "Sorry to interrupt your little get-together but, an evil person slipped in. I was walking to the cafeteria when the bells rang and when I made a turn I saw a man with all black holding some files. He attacked but I managed to escape somewhat unharmed."

For now – and a long time –, Shigaraki, I'll play your stupid game until I can do something about you. Plus, this fits in well with my plans for this world until I find a way outta here.

Who doesn't put cameras in SCHOOL halls, by the way? The fucking tanuki is stupid as shit.

Nezu glanced up at me with skepticism in his eyes as I returned his gaze, assuring him that this was all a coincidental fate. Recovery Girl gasped, causing us to cease our staring contest. "My dear girl, what has happened to your wrist?"

I looked down at my wrist before laughing nervously. "I'm guessing his quirk is to disintegrate things since his artwork managed to do this to my wrist."

She hummed, taking out a handkerchief whipping off the blood before giving it a big smooch. She handed me the handkerchief as I cleaned off the blood from my hands. "I healed it but, it seems it may leave quite a scar for some time. I hope that is alright with you..."

"It's fine, really old lady. This scar makes me look so badass anyways. I'll see you in class, homeless!" I called out with a giggle, running off without letting Aizawa lecture me about the nicknames.

He sighed pinching, his nose bridge but a small smile appeared on his lips. It quickly vanished as he turned back to Nezu. "You still think she is suspicious, Nezu?"

The small animal nodded, his eyes narrowing at their retreating form as they met up with their classmates. "She is hiding something. Her eyes say as much. For now, make sure to keep a close eye on her and report back if she does anything weird.

"Nezu did not like this person one bit, and until the truth was revealed, he would make sure they wouldn't bring danger into his school.

No matter what it took.

using she/her for dialogue only bc kaia hasn't outed herself due to not knowing if society thinks it is acceptable

prob after sports festival (about 4-9 chpts) it will forever be they/them